she is a queen, but she is not my queen

I hate her because she is selfish even outside of her meaningful mind,

she is captivated by her tyrant thoughts, thundering within her brain, you see-

The thoughts are definitely not one of a kind,

And neither is she.

That I am sad is one thing,

that she makes herself ostentatiously unhappy is another,

We have begun to consider ourselves in regard to each other, vain things;

About the lacuna in my heart, isn't she least bothered.

One, two, five and even seven times,

I try to accept what ruthless masses of blood she has become.

Another eleven, twelve and hundred times she breaks my heart,

And then I question my acceptance before it dies.

In the same position; but I know the magnitude of mine is larger,

they say the struggle is real,

Well, losing a part of your own blood is a lot harder,

than being stuck in a looping staircase that's surreal.

Innumerable times have I wanted and wondered and wished,

to tell her the absolute truth about my death that awaits,

in the corners of my house for there lurks,

The wretched remains of my birth-giver's unfathomable fate.

"baby, fight.." mother rhino cried.

So the baby rhino said to her mother,

“mother look! My horn is getting bigger and stronger!

I will wait for the day it will be as magnificent as yours!”

“Yes, my daughter, I hope it will be stronger and finer,

The best of them all”

So she waited and waited,

For her horn to get better,

She and her mother separated.

One day they met, mother's eyes were wet.

Baby rhino gasped, “mother, you're bleeding, where is your horn?!”

Mother cried and with pain in her eyes, said

“Humans are coming, your friends were killed after being poached, merely out of vengeance.

Humans are coming, run, it has hurt me a lot,

These are your mother's last words, my dear,

Run, run far away, and never get caught”.

The baby rhino, now all big, with a magnificent horn of her own,

Lived in fear, fear of losing her horn,

But a greater fear of letting her own daughter see her the way

She saw her mother dehorned and in pain.

She encountered human horn traders, poached,

Her horn fell off with now a bloody mass of brain.

She said the same words to her daughter,

that her mother had said to her.

Saw her daughter panic in fear,

Closed her eyes and slipped a tear.